To tread into Lucifer’s office without permission sounded like a death wish. By then, with the Avatar of Pride’s imposing gaze boring into you, the words leave you and instead silence had you in chokehold.

Lucifer is quiet, but his stern obsidian eyes prompt question enough as to why you were there. Often he’d react more openly to such an encroachment while he was working, but as of late, you observed how Lucifer had gradually been making exceptions.

For you.